GhostofLunarViolet
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He pauses on a particularly harrowing frame. A tear has completed its path down Roman’s nose, and is suspended milliseconds before it hits his lapel. His arms are in front of his face, like he’s bracing for impact. Jeryd settles himself on his couch, screenshotting the frame for future reference. He usually likes Roman with bite, or at least a little resistance, but he can make do with this. Pain is pain, he surmises. He hits play again, leaning back into the cushions, and taking himself out of his boxers.
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21 Jan 2026
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The lube isn’t where it normally is. It’s normally on the bedside table. There’s been very little reason to put it away. But somebody has- a maid, presumably, or Mencken during one of his rage-tidies (a habit Roman was both amused and confused to discover upon moving in).
So Roman checks the drawer, and next to the slim bottle he finds it: the gun.
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20 Jan 2026
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Roman looks flatly back. When it becomes obvious Jeryd won’t give, he scoffs. “I mean, inviting me to a hotel room in the middle of the night… serving me alcohol and giving me fucky eyes?” He squints, mock-calculating, “Does your wife know you’re interviewing other candidates for FLOTUS?”
The corner of Jeryd’s mouth twitches into a smile. He takes a long drink, then shrugs a shoulder. “I’m curious about you, Roman.”
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05 Jan 2026
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Roman’s split lip collides with the toe of Mencken's shoe. A burst of pain shoots through his entire face, blood pooling from the barely knit scab, and it’s like someone's rammed neurostimulators into his brain. Shock collar on his voodoo doll, shot of adrenaline right into his dick vein, synapses wide open. Okay, Roman thinks. Let’s fucking go.
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06 Dec 2025
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From the corner of his eye Roman sees the drive on the table; he’s been trying really hard not to look at it. Stupid little piece of plastic, stupid grenade to stick down Connor’s shirt and run from.
It’s not like it’ll literally kill him. No one’s taking the body bag highway out of the room when the explosion ends. Connor will be sad. Connor will be embarrassed. Connor will be delivered to the lovely people with the blue gloves and masks, and sent home later sans his balls. Nice and neutered for his own safety.
This will not fucking kill him.
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- Part 2 of For this is not America
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29 Nov 2025